Nebula Cracking Void Rift Tusk Tactical Dagger

The scratch of boot soles on crumbled concrete pricks my ears, as I press my back to the damp rock wall of this abandoned observatory, grip tightening on the hilt of this strange dagger 🪨. Half an hour ago, I was just a smuggler’s mechanic, tagging along to haul unregistered neural chips past the Galactic Alliance’s blockade in the Kuiper Belt. One wrong jump out of hyperspace, and we ran straight into their anti-smuggling patrol. Our shields melted in three shots, the engine room turned into…

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